More tour

Breakfasted and salmoned, off we set to continue our tour of the sights. The black croft village was pretty as ever and the caretaker/manager/odd job man entertained with talk of weaving and the life in the old crofts. So much so that we then had to head straight to the flesh pots of Stornoway for retail therapy for Tricia. Lunch in the Arts Centre there was a trendier experience than we are used to and then off to the hospital for Tricia to get sorted out for tomorrow's operation.
For me, a quick visit to the museum (where our house is part of one of the exhibits!), fish and chips and a night in the Crown Inn in the centre of town.